"Your Majesty, rest assured. I know you are devoted to martial arts training and have no interest in romantic matters. How dare I blaspheme a banished immortal like you?"
Bei Lingyao's words did not comfort Emperor Daoyuan.
He had always thought so. He didn't want to marry or have concubines, or have children, and he even hoped that Taizu's lineage would die out.
But why do I feel so uncomfortable now?
"What does the Imperial Master want in this life?"
"As for me, I'm now considered invincible. I've reached the pinnacle of my life, and there's nothing else to pursue. All I want in this life is to find a good partner and have eight or ten children."
As soon as Bei Lingyao said this, Emperor Daoyuan stared at her with wide eyes, as if asking, "Why are you so depressed?"
"Grandmaster, it's dangerous for women to give birth. My mother died in childbirth. Do you still want to have ten or eight more children?"
"But the Bei family was wiped out, and I am the only one left in the Bei family. If I don't give birth, how will the Bei family's bloodline continue?"
"But when a woman marries, her children also take the husband's surname."
"But the child also has half of my blood flowing in his body."
Who told her that her mission was to give birth to a child for the emperor who would have no heir?
But this world has encountered an emperor who is pure-hearted and not lustful, who is unwilling to touch concubines, and who even sterilizes himself for fear of being plotted against.
"But Hong Zhuang is dark-skinned, so his child will be ugly..."
Bei Lingyao felt amused, but still said, "Oh, his name is Hong Zhuang. He really lives up to his name. It doesn't matter if he has dark skin. He can whiten it by covering it up. Besides, masculinity is considered beautiful in men. Hong Zhuang has regular features and a tall and imposing figure. He can be considered handsome."
Emperor Daoyuan disagreed, "The Imperial Master has never seen a handsome man. Hong Zhuang is just an ordinary-looking man, not worthy of the Imperial Master."
"Let's not talk about that for now. I'm afraid she has someone she loves, and my master is not one to take someone's love away. Let's go to the martial arts tournament and watch."
Emperor Daoyuan suddenly didn't want to go anymore.
He could say that Hong Zhuang had a mediocre appearance, but at the martial arts conference, there must be many outstanding men.
"Isn't the Imperial Master going to look for He Yuyang?"
"Yes, but He Yuyang will pass by here sooner or later when he returns to Beijing. Let's watch the martial arts conference first."
Bei Lingyao said this and looked at Emperor Daoyuan, "Your Majesty, don't you want to watch the Wulin Conference, or do you want to go back to the Taoist temple to see Taoist Chunyang? Then we should separate. I will stay to watch the Wulin Conference and wait for He Yuyang."
"I'm also going to watch the martial arts conference. I'll go with the Imperial Preceptor to see Master. We'll be waiting for He Yuyang soon."
Emperor Daoyuan didn't want to leave. Whenever he thought about Bei Lingyao picking a man at the martial arts conference and getting married and having children with him as soon as he left, he couldn't swing the whip in his hand.
Bei Lingyao breathed a sigh of relief, as long as Emperor Daoyuan cared.
Otherwise she would really be talking to a deaf ear.
Along the way, although she did not seduce Emperor Dao Yuan or seduce him directly, she did intentionally or unintentionally show her excellence in all aspects.
The two of them brought people from the Zhenwu Sect into Linjiang City.
Linjiang City is very lively because of the martial arts conference, and all the inns are full.
Fortunately, the Zhenwu Sect had booked an inn early on, and Bei Lingyao and Emperor Daoyuan also stayed in the Yuelai Inn booked by the Zhenwu Sect.
Her spiritual sense enveloped the entire Linjiang City, and she raised an eyebrow when she noticed the Shenyue Sect.
Apart from Emperor Daoyuan, no other master appeared at the martial arts conference.
They are all below the innate level.
Looking around, there are actually quite a few people who have innate martial arts skills.
Bei Lingyao was a little confused. "There are so many Xiantians, but why are there so few Grandmasters? Grandmasters can be said to have broken their lineage, but the number of people who have made it from Xiantian to Grandmaster shouldn't be so small."
Emperor Daoyuan gazed out the window and said, "Of course, some people don't want another Grandmaster to appear. I was able to advance to Grandmaster status thanks to my Empress Dowager."
There was a flash of irony in Emperor Daoyuan's eyes. They didn't want him to become a martial arts master, but they couldn't stop him.
The main reason was that the Empress Dowager was afraid that something might happen to her only son, so she didn't dare to hurt him.
Only then gave him the opportunity.
"Not to mention Langya Country, it's the same in other countries. As long as the Grandmasters can't break through to the Grandmaster level, they won't want anyone else to break through to the Grandmaster level."
After Emperor Daoyuan said this, Bei Lingyao understood, "Does Taoist Chunyang also think the same way?"
Emperor Daoyuan shook his head slightly. "Master, along with Master Yuanzhen and Master Jingci, are all monks who don't get involved in worldly affairs. In Langya State, only a few sects and the Divine Moon Sect Leader and Duke Tang behind them can do this."
Bei Lingyao paused, "Is the leader of Shenyue colluding with Duke Tang?"
"Not necessarily, but they are trying to suppress the emergence of new Grandmasters. Many warriors who reach the late Xiantian stage are either killed, injured, or demoted. Perhaps warriors from other countries have also taken action. They don't want to see so many Grandmasters in Langlangya."
Bei Lingyao narrowed her eyes slightly and took a closer look. She found that most of the people in Linjiang City were in the early or middle stage of the Xiantian realm, but the leader of the Zhenwu sect was in the late stage of the Xiantian realm.
"metropolitan"
Hong Zhuang shouted from outside, his voice trembling, "The Zhenwu Sect Master is here."
"Oh, then please let Master Zhenwu come in."
Bei Lingyao said it casually.
Hong Zhuang reminded: "The Zhenwu Sect Master is in the late Xiantian stage."
"This sect master is also a congenital one."
Bei Lingyao's words gave Hong Zhuang confidence. He glanced at Emperor Dao Yuan again before retreating.
When the leader of Zhenwu Sect learned that his son had been kidnapped, he came in a rage.
As soon as he saw Hong Zhuang, he wanted to hit him with a palm.
Hong Zhuang said: "Master, there are two Xiantians inside."
"Hmph, I'll deal with those two people first, then I'll deal with you."
The leader of the Zhenwu Sect was furious. He only had this one son, and he was actually abandoned.
The room was blown open and the leader of Zhenwu Sect rushed up. Even though he knew about the two innates, he did not take Bei Lingyao and Daoyuan Emperor seriously at all.
In just a moment, he froze, his tongue tied in fear, and his voice trembled: "Zong, Zong, Zong Zong Grandmaster..."
Hong Zhuang, this bastard, is not even a congenital one. He is invincible below the congenital level. He can escape unscathed even if there are more late-stage congenitals.
But the person in the room now is the Grandmaster.
Why is there a young master from Langya Kingdom here?
Is it the puppet emperor in the palace?
But the emperor was in the capital and it was impossible for him to come here.
Could it be a master from another country, or someone else has broken through to the master level?
Does Duke Tang know?
The leader of Zhenwu Sect was extremely envious.
He has been stuck in the late stage of the innate realm for a long time and has been working for the Tang family, so naturally he knows some tricks.
If Duke Tang had not allowed him to do so, he would not have been able to reach the late stage of the Xiantian realm.
"Has the Zhenwu Sect Master brought money and people to redeem his son?"
Bei Lingyao looked at the Zhenwu Sect leader with cold sweat on his forehead, smiling, as if she couldn't see his fear.
"Master Zongzong, how much do you want?"
The leader of Zhenwu Sect could hardly speak clearly.
"How much is your son worth?"
“No, no, not worth the money.”
The leader of the Zhenwu Sect wanted to cry. If he knew there was a grandmaster, he would never come even if he was beaten to death.
Compared to my only son, my own life is more important.
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